Collected Works (Vol. II)

PENTECOST 165 I lived, Elijah-like, Mt. Carmel in : 35 All gave me nothing. I slid back To common sense, as reason bids, And “hence,” my friend, “the Pyramids.” At last I met a maniac My Mahatma. With mild eyes full of love, and tresses What price . ‘, Kut Humi? 40 Blanched in those lonely wildernesses Where he found wisdom, and long hands Gentle, pale olive ‘gainst the sand’s Amber and gold. At sight, I knew him ; Swifter than light I flashed, ran to him, 46 And at his holy feet prostrated My head ; then, all my being sated With love, cried “ Master! I must know. Already I can love.” E’en so. The sage saluted me r7q1 trav? 2222? 20h, how wise 50 @aaqT ATF mt qzt ava 1 Grampa must ° ~ ° have been, Wat Ve wa B ayfas AMA Bobbie| Zi ATS WTATH | AARTT ATA fant 4 ata a fear 2 zat ara Bra Vo 1 ea eas 65 faal a ae emu ztasaid 1: ‘Pm game to work through all eternity, Your holiness the Guru Swami!”* ‘Thus I studied with him till he told me 7a y He taught the A B C of Yoga: a0 lasked fae areata" aut ata” In strange and painful attitude," I sat, while he was very rude." With eyes well fixed on my proboscis, J soon absorbed the Yogi Gnosis. 65 He taught me to steer clear of vices, The giddy waltz, the tuneful aria, Those fatal foes of Brahma-charya ; !6 And said, “‘ How very mild and nice is One’s luck to lop out truth im slices, 70 And chance to chop up cosmic crises !” * The correct form of address from a pupil to his teacher. See Sab- hapaty Swami's pamphlet on Yoga.